I SAW YOU
Diya shifted from one foot to another outside the airport. She wiped the sweat from her face and took a sip of water from a bottle. She thought of her AC car. But she could not afford to miss Sachin.
Diya glanced at her watch. It had been an hour, and there was still no sign of her brother.
We both fought over a minor issue, which escalated. Three years had passed. It was time to move on. He had not responded to Diya’s efforts, but he could not refuse his mother.
Finally, she called Sachin. He promptly answered.
“How long?” asked Diya.
“Sorry, what do you mean?” said Sachin.
“Where are you?”
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“At home,” he said.
“You went home? Did you not see me at the airport?” Diya’s voice rose.
“I saw you.”
“I was waiting for you,” Diya said.
“How was I supposed to know?”
“What else do you think I was doing at the airport?” Diya said.
“It makes no difference to me,” said Sachin, disconnecting the call.
